Shoot me. Please, just shoot me. I have returned from New York with the infamous CON CRUD! No sooner do I get off the train than I start feeling like a possum hit by a semi-truck…three days later, I’m still in the middle of the road and quite flat. Fortunately, I’m seeing SOME hope on the horizon (God bless you DayQuil, God bless you). Until then, please forgive my utter lack of an appropriate convention report.

On the plus side, not getting out of bed for 72 hours has given me time to work on my notes…and notes…and notes. My, you’d think I was a writer or something. Who knew?

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